Then with a sigh she throws the covers off her and swings her legs off the bed. Grabbing the curtains she pulls them open and looks outside. Another ...clear sunny day, she thinks and a smile curves her face. Reaching out for a hair band, she quickly ties her long dark brown hair up into a pony. Walking naked to the kitchen, she quickly starts the percolator. The aroma of coffee filling the kitchen is enough to lift her spirits. Maybe this day will not be so bad after all, the thought flashes. She then moved down to her legs. She spread her legs at about a 60 degree angle and proceeded to work one leg at a time. She started with her right leg. Using both hands she worked the lotion all over her thigh. Watching her hands move over the inside and outside of thigh and across the top was nearly as arousing as watching her work the lotion into her tits. She moved down to her knee and then her calf. She was still sitting on the bed, so she needed to lean forward to reach her calf, which. ”After a moment, she looked at me with pleading eyes and asked, “Is there any chance you could give me a foot rub?”Somehow, I spoke around the lump in my throat. “I could try, I guess.”I sat down, lifted one of her heels, and started rubbing her right foot. Mom let out a groan, and then a sigh, leaning her head back on the arm of the couch. The sexy sound gave me chills, and the motion drew attention to her breasts, but the feeling of her foot in my hand was what really got me.“Oh, honey. . Jamal had not been idle. As he bent me back he had moved and positioned his cock to my poor abused asshole and with one long, slow but steady movement entered me. He was bigger than Tremont. Groaning like the slut I really am, I took it. Relished it.As this was happening Tyrone had once again sat in front of me, but this time his legs spread wide. He guided my face under his cock behind his balls. Undoing the ball gag in the terrifying purr of an Alpha among Alphas said, “You know what to do.”.